The violet light fading from Arden's hand left a sensation like pins and needles, but deeperas if her very atoms were vibrating, trying to decide where they belonged in the new reality.
"We need to move," Kael said, his eyes scanning the street outside the shattered bar. He adjusted his grip on his rifle, a reflex honed over years of war. "That raiderthe Ash leaderhe didn't teleport away to hide. He went to get backup."
"Agreed," Jian said, holstering his weapon with a sharp click. "We're exposed here. We need a FOB. Do we know if The Iron Hold still exists in this timeline?"
"Which timeline?" Olli muttered, frantically swiping through his datapad as they walked briskly down the neon-lit alleyway. "Mosaic City isn't just a mix of places; it's a mix of logic. The Iron Hold might be a military base in Sector 4, or it might be a bakery in Sector 9. The geography is fluid."
